to fan or not to fan

(a 'die hard' fan of football)

to fan means to hold huge likings or enthusiasm to someone, a band, a group of musicians, movie stars, some guys, some girls, some chicks, some dudes, a writer, a movie director, a dancer, a tennis player, a soccer team, some people inhibiting some areas, a dog, a cat, any animal ever played a movie, some robots, some boxes that can talk or eat in fictions, a future president (like picture bellow) and etcetera and etcetera



why not to fan

as a huge, an avid lover, a devotee, it has been assumed that the next stage after deep craving and loving is to loop over the hole to become maniacs intending to kill your subject of affection , at least eventually (hahaha)

take the case of John Lennon's murder, the killer-guy, whose in fact is still in prison -and continuously has his plea rejected by our beloved Yoko- was the head of Lennon's fans club.

this is a good example where a massive amount of love can breached the highest limit where we expect that feelings to be repaid, returned, at worse with the same amount of appreciation. And when it didn't, it's easy to be devastated by feelings of disappointment and heart break..



scary huh?

I once watched an old documentary of Franky Sahilatua's concert back in the nineties where a guy, who was skinny and bald headed, probably relates much of his life to Franky's lyrics, suddenly rushed from the back of the stage, jumped on and dashing in to hug him, yet our beloved ballad-star pushed him over, gave him a 'get the fuck off me or I'll kabong your skull with this 20 pounds Yamaha guitar' look and shouted for a security guard.. which is not a wrong thing to do, but surely devastated the guy..

but it's hard not to be a fan, which sometimes simply an accumulation of adoration and appreciations pilled up after time unconsciously.

Admiring musicians' compositions, the efforts and complexity they put in rare masterpieces, is hard to avoid, especially with the hardship of not acknowledging a good work.

Or compelling acts, excellent cry set in the eighties played by P Diddy, or simple exclamations behind the barb wire played by Pamella Anderson.. imagine yourself being their fans..

just this Sunday, a huge fan of a local artist named.. hmmm.. eniweys she followed him everywhere, she knew what his recent activities are including his recent cooking award, what he usually do during his lazy Sundays, his routine activities on different days, what he likes, what he dislikes, what he gave for his mother on Christmas, his favorite color, his dog's name, his dog's favorite color, everything, that when she showed up at Nova Tabloid's annual event to track this guy down -and because this guy is the brand ambassador of a cheap ketchup brand supporting the event, he was there(silly huh?)- she cheered and later was asked to come up for jokes. And so she embarrassed herself heartlessly for the longest 30 minutes ever..

it's ironic how some people consider making fun of others a good humor

one will need to draw the line, of which to love themselves more or to sacrifice their dignity for these worthless scums who won't even remember their name in the next 2 hours. Appreciating with ease but not putting them too high on the pedestal..



Or if insisted to become a die hard fan, chose those who will love you back no matter what; such as their mother or grand mother (in some cases of course)

but isn't that the way to go?

the face in the mirror

another one for sunday.

i like this one, they looked like nice people even after sometimes of staring at their picture facing each other haha!

even if they seemed like about to kiss, that's fine haha

it's pretty annoying the cancellation letter was, mostly because doing an illustration is not my job, it's not like i'm getting paid to do it, but after reading the replacement short story, i felt somewhat honored to do this one.

the father and the son, with the son being supposedly an exact copy of the father, but turned out the way he is, in the opposite color of black and white

hope you like this one

the office is a hippo

the office is a hippo
screaming lion
and running antelope

the office is a hippo
posing big trees
and saving oceans

the office is a hippo
jumping up and down
leaving right after arrival

the office is a hippo
we know it well
but we don't care

the office is a chicken shit
posing a hippo
but we don't care

the office is a hippo house
for us hippos
screaming lions

the office is a hippo
and with ties and glasses
we convinced you otherwise

the office is a hippo
so sink us now to the muddy pond where hippos die

and we'd die a hippo
stupid hippos

ordinary ass holes

plucked from the world
to something anew
until you know it very well
which escapes to take
and escapes leading to nowhere

plunged to the sea to numb
to lose the sense of gravity
with brain pressed erasing questions
taking everything as it is
as everything is

you stop caring
and caring is no word to describe

you stop being
and start fearing yourself

you go watch
as things that really matters
sink deeper to nonexistence
waste our brain
fussing unimportant things

bigger and unimportant things
bigger and bigger things of less importance
and be ordinary
in the worse possible ways

my new D60

D60 gue yang baru





gona unveil some new worlds with it..

ps. earth

so what the fuck is wrong with this image?

I'll tell you what.. when people runs out of ideas, they're drawing things they never intended to draw, that's what happen with this image, or at least that's how I remembered it..

ps. the hand was obviously influenced by the great mignola, if not directly copying.. shamelessly..

inside my cerebral palsy brain

habis liat poto di Jakarta Globe tentang cerebral palsy (semoga bener spellingnya, not my main concern) trus punya ide buat cerpen tentang itu

agus umur 30, penghuni tuh rumah penampungan paling tua, umurnya 30. maunya membuat cerpen dari sudut pandang agus dalam sehari, perjuangan dia untuk ngangkat jemuran, that's it.

trus di kasi sisipan sisipan tentang penghuni lain, kisah mereka dan tentunya apa aja yang musti mereka alami, kayanya keren, tapi butuh research, tapi intinya adalah gimana si agus musti ngangkat jemuran di akhir cerpen, that's it, dan betapa beratnya satu aktifitas untuk mandiri itu.

kalo bisa bikin plot yang ga linear, to honor David Foster Wallace.. T,T
dengan kalimat pendek2 yang ga begitu pintar.

hopefully it worked

The Ass Hole Copy Editor Of Sunday

wohoho I guess I was rude..

Before hearing more protests, because I kindda feel this article entitled 'Jazz made easy or complicated - your choice' this Sunday makes me look bad and stupid, I'd like to clear out things I initially said and straighten out the mess (es)

1. the caption, "..share insights about improvisation," is a lame joke, everybody whose there knew, nothing about improvisation was ever mentioned, it sounded cool but not factual.

2. the opening paragraph, "and jazz is a word to define music which reaches for just that." well, for those not understanding what the copy editor was trying to say, me neither. Mine was simply "and jazz is a word that cannot easily be described."

3. the entire second paragraph, what I have in mind was, if you ask someone 'do you like jazz?', would be similar in idea as asking someone 'do you like poultry?'. Because poultry range from all types of ducks to chicken, asking 'do you like chicken?' would be different, get it? the ending is stupid; in both cases? wow..

4. and because he/she completely messed up the the start, the continuity turned out to have no sense; 'explained the similarities?' do you actually think these jazzers talked about chicken?

5. the paragraph about Beben is completely messed up! both in grammatical and sense; I wonder how much the paper is paying for this guy/gal..

6. No link between the second sentence of the beatles paragraph with the beatles, so what the heck is wrong with your head? if Benny said there's a link between the beatles music with the fusion scene at the seventies, let him say it; it's his statement anyways!

7. ',while other who did not appreciated the arrangements and solos,' nice wording heh?

8. and the final paragraph.. that AH even change my closing! i can't believe it. If I have to write corrections every time the sunday paper comes out...

...

i don't like the drugs but the drugs like me..

the idea behind this one is to present some guys who got literally tormented by drug usages, with a woman feeling trapped between them without nothing she can do..

the skull at the back kindda refers to the drug's name, which is 'merdeka' or freedom after the war, it wore an Indonesian flag as a symbol..

Bang Jo came up to me two days ago and said the punk really looked like the guy on 'the cry,' I kindda have the vision of the painting while drawing, as Mtv addict -or at least once when i was just a kid- it's hard not to have that painting image when you spell the term 'excellent composition of colors and lights,'

so there..




a colleague asked me why I keep doing this job for Sunday without getting paid, I said; at least I could update my blog with something..

Obama T-Shirt

Obama for Indonesia?

Tears and traffic jams greet Obama's victory

By SHARON COHEN, AP National Writer

They danced in the streets, wept, lifted their voices in prayer and brought traffic to a standstill. From the nation's capital to Los Angeles, Americans celebrated Barack Obama's victory and marveled that they lived to see the day that a black man was elected president.

"I was born in the civil rights time. To see this happening is unbelievable. We've got the first black president. A black president!" said Mike Louis, a 53-year-old black man who got teary-eyed as he watched the election results on a giant video board in Cincinnati's Fountain Square. "It's not cured now, but this is a step to curing this country of racism. This is a big, giant step toward getting this country together."

In Washington, hundreds of residents spilled into the streets near the White House, carrying balloons, banging on drums and chanting, "Bush is gone!" Along U Street, once known as America's Black Broadway for its many thriving black-owned shops and theaters, men stood on car roofs, waving American flags and Obama posters.

Nearby, at historically black Howard University, hundreds of students erupted in cheers, broke into song and chanted, "Yes, we did!"

In Philadelphia, thousands of blacks and whites converged at City Hall shortly after Obama was declared the winner. Under a light rain, they danced to the music blaring from car radios. Drivers stopped in the middle of the street, opened their car doors and broadcast Obama's acceptance speech.

"Barack is in the house!" shouted Pamela Williams, 46. "This is very important to me. Change is about to happen."

At Sadiki's restaurant in Philadelphia, the celebration poured out onto the sidewalk.

"Our parents left this planet thinking that we would never, ever see this day, when an African-American could be elected by all the people to the highest seat in the land," said Bernard Smalley Sr. His wife, Jacquelyn, wept.

The celebrations were both large big and small, but the sentiment was the same — pure joy over how far the country has come. People honked horns, high-fived each other and embraced.

In Harlem, the roar of thousands of people gathered in a plaza near the legendary Apollo Theater could be heard blocks away.

In Cleveland, supporters gathered at a house party and held champagne flutes above their heads for a toast. "To the first African-American president in the history of the United States!" they shouted.

In Chicago, Obama's hometown, an estimated 125,000 people gathered on an unusually warm November night to greet the senator at a delirious victory rally at Grant Park.

"It's fantastic," said Hulon Johnson, 71, a retired Chicago public school principal. "I've always told my kids this was possible; now they'll have to believe me."

LaKeisha Williams, a 27-year-old laid-off school nurse, who watched Obama's victory on a TV in a downtown Kansas City concert hall, said: "People actually have finally come together and realized that no matter what his race is, he was the right person for the job. I think it was destiny for him to win. But now we still have to come together to make sure things work."

In Miami's predominantly black Liberty City neighborhood, Otoria Pitts, 30, suggested the significance of Obama's victory goes beyond race.

"His election speaks volumes for a bunch of people," she said. "Children of single mothers, people who put themselves through college. It says, you can do it, you can do it."

Joined by her sister, Susan, and niece, Akira, the three women bought a few rockets from a fireworks stand and lit up the night sky with color.

On the other side of the country, others were thinking how Obama's election could change their lives.

"I'm ecstatic," said Jason Samm, a 33-year-old business owner who was celebrating in South Los Angeles. "I have three kids, which means a lot of doors opening up for them."

Obama's victory also brought back memories of hard-fought battles of generations past.

At Atlanta's Ebenezer Baptist Church, where the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. preached, Rep. John Lewis, a civil rights hero, said he was hardly able to believe that 40 years after he was left beaten and bloody on an Alabama bridge as he marched for the right for blacks to vote, he had cast a ballot for Obama.

"This is a great night," he said. "It is an unbelievable night. It is a night of thanksgiving."

As the news of a projected Obama victory flashed across a TV screen, men in the nearly all-black crowd pumped their fists and bowed their heads. Women wept and embraced their children. Screams of "Thank you, Lord!" were heard throughout the sanctuary.

Surveying the scene, Mattie Bridgewater whispered from her seat, "I just can't believe it. Not in my lifetime."

Bridgewater said she went to the same elementary school as Emmett Till, the boy from Chicago whose murder in Mississippi was one of the catalysts of the civil rights movement. Both she and her 92-year-old mother voted for Obama.

"I'm sitting here in awe," she said. "This is a moment in history that I just thank my God I was allowed to live long enough to see. Now, when I tell my students they can be anything they want to be, that includes president of the United States."

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EDITOR'S NOTE: Tom Withers in Cleveland; David Caruso in New York; Kathy Matheson in Philadelphia; Errin Haines in Atlanta; Christina Hoag in Los Angeles; Joe Kay in Cincinnati; Andale Gross in Kansas City; Ron Powers and Kamala Lane in Washington; and Tamara Lush in Miami contributed to this story.

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You Can't Always Get What You Want

I saw her today at a reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man

No, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
And if you try sometime you find
You get what you need

I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you might find
You get what you need

Oh yeah, hey hey hey, oh...

And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"
Sing it to me now...

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find
You get what you need
Oh baby, yeah, yeah!

I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"
I said to him

You can't always get what you want, no!
You can't always get what you want (tell ya baby)
You can't always get what you want (no)
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You get what you need
Oh yes! Woo!

You get what you need--yeah, oh baby!
Oh yeah!

I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need

You can't always get what you want (no, no baby)
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need, ah yes...


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has gotta be one of the song that lyrically means something.. in addition, somewhat tells a simple truth everyone reluctant to realize..

these are the song facts from www.songfacts.com , do check them out

In tended to arrange a compilation album for me to listen at just lazy moments, I figured that a song from the Rolling Stones will do. And from the Let It Bleed Album, I stumbled upon this great title that is so true, and realized that it even sounds great..

so what's your favorite flavor?